A Pirate I was meant to be

Haggis:	We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward:	A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill:	When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis:	You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Guybrush:	Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Guybrush:	Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill:	That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill:	We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis:	We can sing in every clef!
Edward:	We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis:	It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward:	We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Edward:	We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis:	A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill:	To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward:	Just really good ear plugs!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis:	Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Haggis:	We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill:	We'll battle you on land.
Edward:	But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush:	They'll be more than you can stand.
Bill:	Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush:	No, it wasn't.
Guybrush:	No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill:	The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Bill:	We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis:	Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward:	We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis:	...then sing from the diaphragm!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Less singing, more sailing.
Edward:	When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Bill:	If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis:	...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward:	If ya disrespect our singing´...
Bill:	...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis:	We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Edward:	We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill:	And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis:	We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward:	...but we have to rest five measures.
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill:	The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Guybrush:	You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush:	...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush:	From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush:	...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!
All:	A pirate I was meant to be!
All:	Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush:	We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis:	And...!
Haggis:	...um...
Bill:	Well...
Edward:	...err...
Bill:	Door hinge?
Edward:	No, no...
Bill:	Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis:	Guess so.
Edward:	Okay, back to work.
Guybrush:	Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.